Lyrics

Locked out like a dog in the rain Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of change To buses' mercy in the early morning light What did you do on Saturday night? Please take me back to where I used to be The road we used to share together, you and me I can't say for right or true or wrong All I can say is I know where I belong Post-ice, family of white lines and The Irish Times The men who drink in A-road pubs and rave flyers All lost in the same sea I hear them say 'it's all yours, maestro' if you just give in to me Give in to me Suicide bridge and the morning watch The royal fumes and fate wires and the things that pick up and kick off And the roar of the spit on the road, the central reservation The rapturous players at the petrol station I love the smell of the fumes coming through the window But you always rolled the window up So I have a cigarette and play with the crescendo I never knew but I had to give it up These days I'm the wrong side of the window Thought I saw your plates, you didn't let me in, though These days I say sorry a lot more Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door But I still walk the same road at night Watch the same rain melt the same lights Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage How many late nights does it take you to change? Always thought you were holding me back but Turns out you were just holding me together, well I'm making movements, I'm big time, crashing, though I walked for years in the heels of a hero Suicide bridge and the morning watch The royal fumes and fate wires and the things that pick up and kick off And the roar of the spit on the road, the central reservation The rapturous players at the petrol station Come down over the hill, the lights in the distance glimmering All shiney lit up for me and a little for you, too Or so I thought Or so I thought These days I'm the wrong side of the window Thought I saw your plates, you didn't let me in, though These days I say sorry a lot more Never sure if it's the bailiffs at the door But I still walk the same streets at night Watch the same rain melt the same lights Bag on my shoulder and a pocket full of rage How many late nights does it take you to change?